AN: I was inspired... because its hot in my house and angst is one of the few emotions that I want to allow to blow out of my mind through my fingers... into a fanfic...

Eh, otay... this story is... to begin... in 3..2..1...

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'Cause

With a sigh, I stare at the other side of my bed. Our bed. It doesnt seem right to be here. Maybe thats why that side is empty. I force my body to move and walk down the hall... the silent hall. Our hall. So many memories. So many...

But no. I shouldnt dwell on it. I should... walk. Yes, I should take a walk. I grab my jacket and pull on my pants before walking out the door.

My insides all turned to ash, so slow

And blew away as I collapsed, so cold

A black wind took them away, from sight

And now the darkness over day, that night

I remember when it all started...

I had been wondering why she was suddenly so distant. I mean... despite it all I loved her. Her and my dear son Draven. It was common knowledge that I adored my son. At least... it should be common knowledge. Because besides Linkin Park, my son Draven was my life.

Maybe that was the problem... which it shouldnt have been, but maybe it was. Maybe she was jealous of her own son... or maybe not...

I just remember sitting up in bed to see her staring at me with this odd expression on her face. I wondered what was going through her mind when she suddenly got up from the bed and walked toward the closet and began to pack.

I didnt stop her. I was too confused. "What are you doing?"

I had finally forced myself to ask. She didnt say anything. She just took her bags and went toward the door.

I stood and rushed toward her to grab her arm. But she jerked her arm out of my grip and left. I was confused. So confused. The last thing I heard was the door slamming shut.

I stood there for a long time before the door to my room opened and a sleepy eyed Draven walked in with his teddy.

"Where mommy go?"

I couldnt find an answer. We both stood in silence.

And the clouds above move closer

Looking so dissatisfied

But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

She had come back. To get Draven. This is where I put up a fight. The guys were over too. I hadnt told them that she had left me in the first place. Why would I do that? I was too confused to believe it myself. I had glared at her. "Have you lost your mind woman? You are NOT taking my son away from me!"

She had stared at me, silent... until. "Draven honey, come with mommy. We're going."

I held onto my sons shoulder while I continued to glare at the woman that dared to call herself a mother. "Stay right beside daddy." s

"Chester, I want a divorce."

I had blinked then. It was such a... It hadnt even occured to me that... she would... want... "why?"

I noticed that the guys had went to the back... well not all the guys.. Mike was standing there with a perplexed look on his face. My constant... protector. He was always the one being over protective of the bandmates... He seemed almost as crushed as I, which I completely understand, considering he was the very one commending me on... well... my supposedly successful relationship...

"Because you... We... just dont have... it anymore... I... you dont have time for me... and... I... well... I've found... it with someone else..."

I think... I'm traumatized. Is she serious? Is she serious? Is she @$%^# serious?

I used to be my own protection, but not now

Cause my path has lost direction, somehow

A black wind took you away, from sight

And now the darkness over day, that night

I remember when we first met...it was love at first sight... at least... that was what I thought. I mean, after we met, we spent every waking moment with the other... until Linkin Park had to go on tour... and of course she was supportive of the band... and Me. I was Chester Bennington... in Love. With her.

I thought she felt the same way... was there any indication that she didnt? No. Because she had loved me... way deep down in her heart... she must have felt something for me....cause she married me.

Why marry when the feeling isnt mutual?

I guess... I cant... make myself believe that... that everything was perfect... because she started changing... but... did the change HAVE to take place after six years of marriage and a four year old son?

Her leaving wasnt so bad... really... I can get over it...I think... but...

She took My son.

And the clouds above move closer

Looking so dissatisfied

And the ground below grew colder

As they put you down inside

But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

Coming back to the present, I realize that I've stopped walking... and... eh, I'm at Mike's house... standing on his door step.

I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise that my subconscious has sought out Mike. Mike was the one I always felt a connection to... because we were... are... best friends. I knocked on the door.

Thunder crashed.

I knocked again.

No Answer.

@%^#$... well... I guess... that I can't expect him to be at my beck and call...

With a sigh, wondering why I bothered in the first place, I turned to walk back... it started to rain.

I thought today was supposed to be sunny. Stupid weather man.

I suppose that I wasnt the only one with this thought in mind. I saw many couples rushing through the rain toward various places. Some not minding and making out in the rain... others findin cover... some cursing under their breath because they hadnt brought an umbrella.

I remember our love... my love atleast. I remember every moment we shared... Good. Bad. and Ugly.

I thought everything was normal.

I thought everything was fine.

I thought everything was perfect.

Or as perfect as imperfection can get.

As I walk back into my empty, yet full house.

Empty, yet full of memories that haunt me.

I glance at the calendar...

So now you're gone, and I was wrong

I never knew what it was like, to be alone

So... Mike must be somewhere celebrating with Anna.

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day

(I used to be my own protection, but not now)

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day

(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day

(I used to be my own protection, but not now)

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day

(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)

Somehow, I feel cheated.

AN: I hope you enjoyed it. YeaH! Okay.. I think I need to take a break... cause my brain is on overload.